My husband is my teacher
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"Mom, Samsul went to work. Mother be careful at home yes, do not forget the door in the key, do not accept guests carelessly, if there is anything to call Samsul," said Samsul with his mother who again washed the dishes.

"Yes, kid. How many times do you have to remind me. Already gone to work, Mr. Afriadi will be angry if you are late," said the mother smiling. Looks like Samsul's mom is fine, maybe she doesn't think too much about the problem.

"Mr Afriadi won't be angry" said Samsul, "He's a good man, I know for myself right?"

Samsul's mother just nodded, assuring. Although never met with Afriadi but Samsul's mother knew him from her son every home or again gathering Samsul always tell the place he worked, Samsul always tell, so already got the picture of Afriadi that person like this like this.

"Samsul said yes, ma'am." Samsul greets his finished mother with his work, "Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam. Be careful on the road, son" said the mother when Samsul got to the kitchen door. Samsul just smiled cheerfully excited to live this day, let alone the stomach was full.

Samsul breathes fresh air early in the morning, rides his motorbike, uses a shell eh helem means to protect the coconut uh the head.

Drototott...

The sound of Samsul motorbike is old, naturally it sounds so the motor dilan boy whose voice captivates the heart of women.

Samsul heads to Afriadi's house, where he works. Arriving on the street complex his eyes glared at the angel descending from ojek ^∇^

Boiled, her hair fluttered the side of the red and white flag as it took off the helms. Samsul's attention was diverted to the girls until nyungsep to the got due to failing to focus.

Good thing to use a helmet if it has not been leaked maybe it should be a head with no drop no leak leaking.

Haha...

Just contact to invite laughter Mas ojol same girl and some residents pass by.

After laughing at Mas ojol and the people who were there helped Samsul.

Uh, that girl's approaching Lo.

"Why fall? Next time heart-so yes mas," he said while holding back a laugh.

Well, I swear to be ashamed of Samsul. He smiled but his heart was crying withstanding shame.

After a few minutes Samsul arrived at his destination, he hobbled towards the post. It was fine not to feel pain now what pain may have not been felt because of shock and coupled with the shame so it does not hurt.

Samsul sat down on the chair slowly he saw his feet. Well, there's a twelfth scuff of smelling asphalt on his knee and around his toes. His head felt a little quail, he decided not to move first to relax the muscles, later treated. After all, he was used to this kind of thing, falling from the motor heh, small ⁇ ▾

The atmosphere was quiet fitting because it was 8 more Latika and Afriadi had gone to school and other neighbors were busy with their affairs.

Samsul closed his eyes, feeling comfortable with this quiet atmosphere.

Just wanted to close his eyes to relieve his dizziness, something came suddenly startling him.

"Why is Samsul?" ask Sari. Suddenly shackled with neat clothes.

With narrowed eyes next door, and weak Samsul greets Sari, "Eh, neng Sari."

He smiled, the pain seemed to disappear from his body.

"Mas why?" sari asked again with an anxious face glancing at Samsul's torn pants looking at the wound, "Mas Samsul is injured? Why get hurt?"

Sari approached Samsul with her cute hand about to touch Samsul's wound, but not so she turned to run to the House shouting, "Wait a minute, Mas, I'll get the medicine."

Samsul wants to stop him but Sari has already run away.

Shortly afterwards Sari came carrying a medicine box under her armpit impingement, a small towel wrapped around her neck, and a bowl of warm water.

"No need to bother, it's just a small wound. Stay covered with a scarf cover already, gek needs to be kayak gini as well," said Samsul with a red face, body temperature rose when Sari began to treat her legs. Huh, hot hot.

Sari did not say much, she just smiled in response to Samsul's response. During Sari's treatment of his wound, Samsul turned his face red, another feeling once his heart quickly pumped blood to the brain. The wrong behavior is made.

"It's over," said Sari, clapping her hands, "Smart boy, no nagis." Sari smiled widely as if Samsul was a child.

"Is anyone hurt again?" tanya Sari watched Samsul.

Samsul silently shook his head, but his heart said there was a wound, "The wound you scratched here and you haven't healed yet."

Liver Samsul bucin also ^～^;

"Why is it hurt?" tanya Sari was taking the medicine.

Samsul was about to answer, suddenly his mouth was instantly stuffed. He thought that if he told me because he fell because he saw another girl, he might have mistaken this girl. But, he and Sari have nothing to do so what to hide.

Finally he did not tell the truth instead diverted the conversation.

"Where is Neng going?"

Sari flinched in shock, her face frozen making Samsul feel a sense of tension.

Samsul gulped, asking in a confused tone, "What's wrong?"

"Astaghfirullah, I forgot today I went in and now I'm still here, I'm late." Sari frantically looked at the clock on her wrist. Her face turned pale, "Aaagh, just 10 minutes away. Distance from here to campus..." Sari counting.

Samsul held a funny laugh looking at Sari's panicked face. Samsul got up from his seat, reached for his pants pocket to pick up the motor key.

"Yuk, go. It will be too late" said Samsul, stepping off on his bike.

Sari spoke up refusing to be ushered in, "It's sick again-"

Samsul waved his hand, "No problem, now we have to hurry you're approaching late." He gave the helms to Sari.

Sari was quick to wear a helmet and then ride to the Samsul motorbike, now the more serious he will be late.

Samsul sped off on the paved road, the pain gone already.

It didn't take them long to get to campus.

Wus, very fast yes the distance from home to campus is quite close to the most violated a few minutes let alone speeding.

Sari hurriedly thanked Samsul, running towards the classroom.

Samsul turned back to the house.

***

"Lafika or Latika your name?" asked a black-haired girl short as a shoulder, her skin was tanned. He sat across from Latika while eating his meal.

"Hey! His name is Latika," said the girl came to take Napan sitting next to him, long-haired glasses, his cheeks stamped his tone a little filled, "Yes right?" He looked at Latika.

"Yes, my name is Latika." Latika nodded, "You're Nia right?" Latika pointed to the woman, she remembered the woman was the son of the doctor Zidan, the owner of a famous hospital in the city.

"Yes yes that's my full name Nia Daniaty, just call Nia. Nice to meet you," he said, hand-picking.

Latika shook her hand, "Latika."

Latika felt very lucky to be able to get acquainted with him.

"Oh yeah forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wanti Sriyuni." The short-haired girl introduced herself once more while thrusting her hand.

Latika welcomes Wanti's hand, "Latika."

As she remembers, Wanti is the daughter of the director of the company xxx in the opposite city.

What is it today, Latika ordinary women can be able to get acquainted directly with influential children like them. Latika thinks she'll never make friends again. Turns wrong.

But why are they approaching Latika huh?